Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

He was a clubland caller, he was younger than he felt

Settled like a moth down in the east-end Neon belt

Well he used to be a believer, ‘til the city got its grip

Now if there’s any holiness left, Well he can’t remember it

She was a high-rise butterfly, crashed in ‘92

Into some veiled little suburb that they bulldozed through

Where the little fat angels guard the harvest like they should

Well its downtown now but it used to be the woods

It used to be the woods

 And, oh its a lonely little town

 And oh, its a lonely little tune

 And if my name is on that list I guess I’ll see you soon

First he heard her voice and then he saw her face

She shone just like a crucifix, an instrument of grace

And they got on like children, they got a hotel room

They got a new religion, a needle and a spoon

And they gave thanks to the heavens, but the devil held their hands

And they walked that great divide between Disciples and partisans

And the brown and the Bible, they were never quite enough

But the life that grew inside her well that felt a bit like love

felt a bit like love

 And, oh its a lonely little town

 And oh, its a lonely little tune

 And if my name is on that list I guess I’ll see you soon

 And if my name is on that list I guess I’ll see you soon

The seasons are a metronome, the rhythm and the wild

The winter took his heart away, the spring it took her child

And the honeyed breath of summer is sweet and overgrown

But its always autumn sings “its not too late To find your way back home”

To find your way back home”

And a bell sometimes reminds them, or the singing in the wind

The striking of a match, the smell of Paraffin

And some folks are drawn to the flames, and some just want to hide

But the lonely are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside

They burn from the inside

Yeah, the lonely are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside